Looking down at my watch, I realized that almost an hour had past, and it was now almost time for the ceremony to start.
I had to hurry because I was one of the students who needed to go on stage for the ceremony.
I walked quickly towards one of the buildings I had passed previously before, and I saw a rosy-bricked towering structure.
I entered through the backdoor with the key I had gotten from the front office days before when I was phoned about my role in the upcoming ceremony.
That was when I had found out that not only had I gotten one of the top marks overall, but I would be receiving a special award for "remarkable talent in creative writing" that I had supposedly "displayed" when I entered the testing/competition in the Poem/Prose category.
It was called "Winter's Whisper". About a little girl lost in the snow, not freezing, not cold. Just lonely in the never ending whiteness.
I closed and locked the door behind me, and stepped backstage.
The heavy curtains on stage that would soon be the only thing separating me and a sea of students like me - well, as alike as a Dreamer (who is still unable to control her powers) and a normal person could ever be.
I stepped on the stage, into the seat designated for me, and my heart quickened its pace a little. I grasped my pendant, trying to reassure myself.
Except it wasn't there.
I looked down, now frantic, murmuring to myself in a frantic whisper "Where could it have gone?"
Then I heard the person behind me, "Do you mean this?"
I spun around, face to face with the violin player from the library.
YOU ARE READING
Soulwriter
FantasiRella was a dreamer, the kind with magic. Unable to control it, she had already caused a fatal accident when she was five, not being able to discover what her power truly is, or discover herself, she possesses many talents, and is set to face the f...
